humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
The Hidden Book of the Secrets of Life
It was a cold, rainy night in Boston. A strong gust of wind swept through the streets of Brighton. Penny glanced up from the eviction notice on the desk in front of her as the windows of the bookshop shook slightly. She sighed heavily and rubbed the sides of her head.
By Kristy Davis5 years ago in Humans
By the Willow Tree
Quest left his house with his small black notebook and headed towards the park to sit by his favorite tree. At such a young age, Quest was a very inquisitive person who yearned for the unconventional and took pleasure in his own thoughts. He was very independent, and he was the type of person that kept to himself. There was a quiet confidence about him that most people were unaware of. Sitting by the willow tree, Quest was watching the other kids play. He was perfectly content being by himself and saying no to the boys when they asked him to play ball. Quest already had something else in mind that he wanted to do, anyways. He wanted to continue working on his poem that he started back at home, and so he did just that. He opened his small black notebook and started to write.
By Dancing Dumpling5 years ago in Humans
The Diary of Autumn Redden:
11/09/1992 I have never been good with introductions; however, I would best describe myself as introverted, observative, and unconfrontational. This is probably contributed to having an “eventful childhood” in a close-knit town, with a rather large family. As I have become older, I now assume most people have experienced trauma and grief in some way or another. I believe, one should be more conscious in the decision to accept their past for the sake of being more present to life occurring in the moment. With that said, I once made a promise to a young man named Joseph Fox, and this is me acknowledging the impact that he had on my life.
By Hannah Siebert5 years ago in Humans
Street Angel
Penelope stormed angrily out of the bank downtown flinging open the doors with abandon. She had just been denied a loan for her creative arts program for teens on the street. She had been working to get funding for their own building and housing for a few years to no avail.
By Bridget Gee5 years ago in Humans
Gin-infused secrets
Sometimes I think I know too much, and sometimes I think I won’t live long enough to learn all that I possibly can. And sometimes I wonder if I won’t be able to obtain more knowledge until I unload my oversized baggage full of everyone else’s secrets. That’s right, my own secrets could easily fit in a simple cloth tote-bag under the seat, but the rest – the rest got the neon-orange oversize tag slapped on it the moment of check-in. This is not a story about a transatlantic flight however, it’s about me breaking my silence.
By Joni Delbito5 years ago in Humans
Analytics
The two stacks of bills were so small, so seemingly inconsequential, she almost walked right by them. Each stack was only a half an inch high, and they were so incredibly crisp and flat, with a strip of paper around each one, that they seemed more like currency from a newly-opened board game than real money. But there they were, two straps of crisp one hundred dollar bills, sitting smack-dab in the middle of the little round table. Who would leave that much money just laying there in a coffee shop like that? Was it a prank?
By Robert Hanson5 years ago in Humans
Illuminate Darkness
It was a bitterly cold day in the city of dreams and tragedies. The air was dry and sharp, it felt as if I were breathing in razors. Everyone was bundled up and unwillingly huddled together to fit on the winding stairway that empties to the train platform for their morning commute. Like rats in an endless maze trying desperately to escape this mundane routine of being but a small part of a larger machine, but have no option except to push forward or be trampled by the rest. Day in and day out we are forced together for brief moments that feel like an eternity. Carried through by the fact that we know this day will soon end. Then we can seek comfort in isolation or the company of friends and family. Sadly this day was just beginning and the train was late.
By Oscar Brown5 years ago in Humans
Heart of Gold
I wiped the sweat from my brow, streaking dirt across my face. In late July, the sun was hot and unforgiving. I told Mrs. Martin that it was not a good idea to plant roses at this time of year, but she insisted. She was paying me, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. I had law school tuition to pay, after all. But ugh, the heat! I let my shovel drop to the ground and flopped down in the dappled shade of a nearby tree: a gorgeous, old oak tree that looked to be as old as Mrs. Martin herself.
By Janet Warnes5 years ago in Humans
